She lies awake at night,

eyes wired,

frantically reading

anything, anything,

to not think about it,

to patch up the cracks,

sew up the seams,

stuff the holes with cushions 

made of trash TV and Facebook,

while the mould seeps

down the bedroom wall,

letters lie ignored

re: default sum unpaid,

again.

So sick, sick

of hospital appointments, 

waiting in the waiting rooms,

waiting at the bus stop,

waiting for results,

waiting for the pain to stop,

waiting for her real life to start...

©️Janey Colbourne 2018